MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 110

"Host? Are you back to normal?"

"What does it mean to return to normal? When have I been abnormal?"

The system thought, how shameless it is to say this, when have you been normal?

But the mouth is, "So it's acting? Just scared me to death, I thought the host was possessed by that female ghost."

From the expression to the voice to all kinds of small movements, there is no sense of disobedience, it is simply.

Huh? Suddenly I remembered that Qingchuan had worn two wedding dresses? And never got married?

"At that time, I felt a mental fluctuation that did not belong to me. Although I tried to hide it, I was quite sensitive to this. So..."

His fingers hooked into a little black hair, and the straight and flexible hair turned twice on his fingers and slowly spread out.

"The master is on the side, for the final score, you have to feel the true feelings once. After substituting into that identity, I really think so: I am so young and beautiful, so in love, you didn't come. Begging for marriage, blind and heart disease without medicine."

I am so beautiful! I am so beautiful!

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the green bus with the shabby peeling skin, the driver with a weird smile, and the passengers with a numb face.

The car smelled of sulfur, and there were some vague **** handprints on the tattered body. A pale face was reflected in the glass mirror, and it looked like his own and someone else's. It was pitch black outside, and if it wasn't for the bumps under the seat, I hardly noticed that the car was moving.

Qingchuan noticed that his seat was probably in the middle, there was no one next to him, it was empty, the other side was the window, and he had a strange expression in the mirror. I almost wanted to call out the mirror demon to recognize a good friend.

Midnight, broken cars, mirrors... all are routines.

Many places on the car were empty, the players had different expressions, and no one said a word. Only the driver in front was singing out of tune while looking at the people in the car from the rearview mirror. The rear-view mirror is also strange, and everyone can accurately meet the driver's eyes when looking at it - the weird, terrifying, hunter's eyes, full of excited red blood.

Qing Chuan's legs were folded together, very ladylike sitting upright, while stretching out her hand to adjust her skirt, guessing what type of game this was, while looking around.

"Where is this?" Qingchuan asked tentatively.

A man sitting in front of him turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes lit up, "Beauty, just playing?"

It was a curly-haired youth, wearing a gray suit, looking like the kind of boy who knew how to play, with the smell of money on his body, his eyes were a little careless, accustomed to teasing, "You Don't be afraid, as long as you don't die, your chances of surviving are still very good."

Qingchuan smiled quietly. When he didn't speak, he was like a night flower, ethereal and refined. The curly-haired youth looked straight, and felt embarrassed again, so he turned back and coughed.

"Anyway, remember to stay calm, watch more, listen more, talk less and do less."

This is the kindness of players.

Except for the abnormal driver, there were seven people in the car, the same number as the first game, I don't know what it means.

All three are pajamas.

It was probably pulled in while playing online or mobile horror games at home.

There are many horror game projects, not to mention the type of network, there are also types of haunted houses, battle royale, escape rooms and so on in reality.

There is never a shortage of people who want to die in this world.

"Are there any new people in the car?" asked the middle-aged man who already had signs of the Mediterranean.

He stood up from his seat, "Whether or not, I'll just casually introduce what I know, everyone has a psychological preparation. Most of the games, we have a better chance of completing the game together. bigger."

"If you have anything to add, feel free to speak."

"First of all, the game here is divided into three grades, seven players, thirteen players, and eighteen players, and the corresponding difficulty is from low to high, so our game this time should not be too difficult. Probability to survive. That's good news."

"Then when I just came over, I asked the driver where the bus was going. He said it was going to the Rose Hotel, and his words revealed that we were tourists. So this time, the escape game and decryption There are possibilities for games. These are the three game methods that we know so far, escape, decryption, and attacking the heart. Some people call attacking the heart to eliminate obsession, which means the same thing.”

"These three games are only rough classifications. In fact, they are related to each other. There may be puzzle solving in escape and escape in attack. So no matter which game it is, everyone should take it seriously. better."

"Escape is a single-player game in a group environment. Escape is a clearance. Decryption is a group game. One person solves the mystery and clears the whole team. If it is a decryption game, I hope everyone can cooperate with each other. The world of terror is not necessarily so scary, it is really scary when people are confused. We still have to go back, we must return to human society, we must not let ourselves be reduced to demons, and we must strengthen this belief.”

"Is this uncle an ideological and political teacher before? Why is this tone exactly the same as my head teacher?" The curly-haired youth couldn't help but whispered.

"Really? I think it makes sense." Qing Chuan said.

Although the middle-aged man with Mediterranean signs looks like a certain citizen who is very common in life, the emotion conveyed by the whole person is very pure and very honest. It's hard to say anything else, but it should be the kind of good person in the universal sense who will be brave when encountering robbery and thieves, and who will stand up for the first time when encountering thugs and wretched men.

It is the positive energy of society.

In any case, the uncle Mediterranean took the initiative to stand up and light the first candle in the dark. Even if it was far away, it would be warm when there was light, so everyone was not as nervous as at the beginning.

"I don't know if I can get other information from the driver." The white old man spoke, and what was surprising was that his mouth was pronounced in English, but his speech was in very standard Chinese. .

Qingchuan's puzzled expression was too obvious, the curly-haired youth kindly explained, "No matter what language it is, it will be automatically translated here, so there is no obstacle to communication. I have also met Indian and Japanese players. Talking It's an obvious translation, and it's interesting."

If someone is curious, someone will try it.

There is only one NPC in the driver, and everyone wants to get more information from him.

But the uncle NPC seems to have designed a fixed dialogue, in addition to telling them these 'passengers' that they are going to the Rose Hotel, it is telling them that someone will pick them up at six o'clock the next day.

Six o'clock is a critical time.

Anything else is deafness.

"If it is the NPC leading the way of the decryption game, there should be more clues. And there is a limit, tomorrow morning at six o'clock." An old player frowned, "According to me Previous experience will set such a unified time point, and the high probability is an escape game."

"And it's an escape game for indoor survival challenges." At this time, the curly-haired youth also became serious, which was manifested in that he finally sat up straight.

"I think about it, in an environment like a hotel, there may be supernatural beings, there may be poisonous insects invading, perverted murderers lurking... Maybe there is that kind of dream-in-dream hallucination. But consider On the seven-player difficulty, there should be no such thing that is completely unmanageable. If you have the targeted props in your hand, you should be able to protect yourself."

At least he remained calm.

Those who can't keep calm may not make it through the first game and won't appear here.

The bus is like a building block car that will fall apart at any time. It will shake a few times when it encounters a bump, but in the end, they are safely sent to a hotel that is even more dilapidated than the bus .

The old-fashioned neon sign is crumbling, and the words of the Rose Hotel have been mutilated for several pieces.

What players look up to see is the word 'ghost shop'.

Don't guess, it's supernatural.

This hotel is on a high mountain, with a cliff in the back and only a small platform in front. A tree was planted on this small platform. The tree was seven or eight meters high. The leaves were rushing and falling. It turned out to be a poplar.

It is said that there is no ghost clap in front of the house, how come poplar trees are planted here?

Hey, this feeling, this scene... Sure enough, it is a supernatural type?

Players who are not good at this are a little flustered. At this moment, when everyone heard a sound from the tree, their nerves immediately tightened. Looking closely, a dark shadow stood on the branch, and two glowing eyes looked at them faintly.

Qingchuan deliberately turned his head to the right, and his eyes turned to the right.

Qingchuan turned its head to the left again, and its eyes also turned to the left.

Lovely.

There are some special meanings, it is absolutely not allowed to touch...?!"

He said it too late, Qing Chuan couldn't control his hand that was about to move, he suddenly stepped forward and gave it a hand. Two fingers scratched the hair on its head, sliding it up the back, "The hair doesn't seem to be smooth, do you want to take a bath?"

"Boom." The owl rubbed its head over and asked Qingchuan to continue without stopping.

No cat can escape the hands of Qingchuan's magic, no!

Qingchuan picked up the owl and let it rest on his arm, and turned his head to see a dumbfounded curly-haired youth, "What's wrong with you?"

The curly-haired youth didn't know what to say. He looked at Qingchuan as if he were watching a silly sweet white who was constantly dying in a horror movie, and the number one contestant.

Cats and dogs in this horror game, can they be the same as cats and dogs in normal society?

This girl looked smart, but turned out to be a fool?

Normal cats and dogs can't move, let alone owls with special meanings, which are known as death's favorite pets.

The owl in the world of terror has always been a symbol of death. Wherever it appears, there will be terror. What is the difference between the girl who dares to hold this thing in her arms and a skull in her arms?

It's not a big heart.

Young people with curly hair don't understand, those girls usually look timid, why not be daring like a ball?

Qing Chuan went in with the owl, and was baptized by a wave of eyes. When he saw a gray-haired old man walking down the stairs, he smiled three times.

"Are you the guests who have reserved the room? All rooms have been cleaned, and you are welcome to check in at any time. The hotel also provides door-to-door supper service and door-to-door massage service, which are free of charge. Who is there? Does the guest need it?"

Everyone refused, without exception, this kind of small copy of the extravagant branch should not come out to show a sense of existence.

Supply? It's hard to say who is the supper.

The old man was very disappointed, as if watching a medium-rare steak run away with long legs, Qing Chuan saw that his pupils dilated violently, almost covering up the original light brown of his eyes, becoming very dangerous.

"It's a pity, our hotel's special service has always been very good. Next, let's distribute room keys for everyone. Each key has only one owner, and it must be handed over after dawn You can only leave when you return to the front desk, so be sure to take good care of it.”

His words are meaningful, as if to tell everyone that once the key is lost, it will stay here forever.

He handed out keys to seven people one by one, and the front was normal. When he arrived at Qingchuan, he suddenly raised his head to meet the owl's round eyes. He smiled sexually, "This is a pet kept in the store, is it inappropriate for you to take it as a guest?"

Qing Chuan smiled and brushed the owl's hair with her hands. She stood upright, with her chest and belly up, looking like a well-bred young lady. However, when he opened his mouth, what he said was: "You said it was yours, do you ask it to agree?"

Everyone was stunned, maybe they had never seen a girl who dared to fight with NPC.

Girl, I respect you as a man.

The corner of the old man's eyes twitched, "Guest, the sign on its foot is still engraved with Rose Hotel."

The clear evidence is here, even if it's a ghost shop, it can't be unreasonable.

The old man had a bad feeling for no reason.

"Sir, why do you hang your sign on the feet of my owl?" Qingchuan took off the metal sign on his feet and gave it back to the old man. He turned the owl's fur and asked the owl, "Little darling, I will call you, will you agree?"

The owl cooperated especially, "Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

If I hadn't seen Qingchuan take it down from the tree with my own eyes, I would have thought it was really raised by him.

"Can you see sir? My family."

The old man looked at the metal piece in his hand, and then at the owl that could not come back. It took a few seconds to sort out the cause and effect relationship. Gritting his teeth, he had to smile and say, "You're right, it's yours."

In just one face-to-face, I won an NPC and pet, it looks like bronze, maybe it is the king. Everyone's eyes could not help but awe.

"Sister, why does this owl listen to you so much?" The little boy's attention was all here. Mingming had a special effect of death in the beginning, why is it as well-behaved as a domestic pet now. Also: a little cute.

Yeah, why?

"Because I'm gentle and considerate." Qing·lu cat little expert·chuan said.

The old man didn't care about this group of people anymore, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Can I change rooms or share a room for two or three people?" asked the only foreigner in the crowd.

The old man's footsteps stopped, his body did not move, but his head turned 180 degrees strangely, "You can change rooms, as long as one key corresponds to one guest, but not more than one room. Room, that's the rule."

"By the way, some guests in the hotel like to hang out after twelve o'clock. If you feel too bored, you can go out and play with them..." He deliberately glanced at Qingchuan with a dark smile. Compassionate.

"What do we do now?" one asked.

"Try it first?"

Those who like to play horror games on weekdays are rarely timid, so they go upstairs to try it out, no matter who they are, as long as they hold a key, they can enter the corresponding room. But only one person can enter a room. Once someone enters, it becomes a closed state, and the second person is not welcome.

"The game will officially start at about twelve o'clock. You can prepare it now. Sometimes there will be useful items in the dungeon."

Everyone started looking for props. There are no guest rooms on the first floor of the hotel, and they can enter all rooms, but most of them have nothing to gain. One found a fire hammer, one found a baseball bat, and a series of kitchen knives and pans in the kitchen.

Qingchuan found a stainless steel paper cutter without a blade.

He sat on the sofa on the first floor with the owl in his arms. He was well-behaved, quiet, weak, and helpless. No matter what, he couldn't be like the unreasonable young lady who just grabbed the pet from the NPC. connect together.

However, at this time, no one dared to really underestimate him. Whether it is really stupid or pretending to be stupid, those who can trick NPCs must not be simple people.

Everyone stayed downstairs until almost eleven o'clock, and they were at peace with each other.

The old man appeared upstairs with a lantern strangely, and said with a smile, "The lights are turned off outside our hotel at eleven o'clock. Do you still want to continue the party below? Why don't we meet again tomorrow? How? It's so late, it's not good to collide with other guests."

Other guests? What other guests?

Everyone looked at each other and had no choice but to enter the tiger's den and wolf's den with their own keys.

Qingchuan didn't know what others were doing, but as soon as he came in, he happily hugged the owl and went to the bathroom, "Come on, little girl, take a bath."

Owls are a little resistant to seeing the rushing water, whether it is a cat or a bird, they don't like water, and owls do the same.

"Look at yourself in the mirror, how dirty. Don't worry, I'll just wipe the feathers outside." When he got to the edge of the basin, the water was poured out suddenly.

The owl was startled, "Oh oh oh oh oh!"

Qingchuan rubbed it again and continued to pour warm water on it. The owl hates water, and is reluctant to get Qingchuan's massage. For a while, it's "嘤嘤嘤", and then "oh oh oh", which is also very contradictory.

"Huh?" Suddenly, the feeling of the water flowing on his hand was not right. Qingchuan looked at it and saw that where the water was flowing, it was a viscous red liquid that looked like blood, which was disgusting.

He threw off his hand, dipped some blood from his hand, and patted the faucet, "Mr. faucet, it's almost done, bloodletting is super disgusting. If you continue like this, I will be very angry. "

The faucet continued to bleed out, even shaking with pride.

Obviously it doesn't matter, it mocks.

Qing Chuan also smiled.

"Ah, naughty."

When drinking wine, a whole bottle is aimed at it and it gurgles down, and many flow down the wall of the tube, and every time it is a golden tear.

Qing Chuan's hand was protected by a layer of energy film, he held the copper tube, no matter how violently the copper tube shook, he would not let go.

"Little naughty, fun or not? Happy or not?"

Faucet: …the devil.

Until the faucet had turned into a pitted metal lump, and there was no movement, Qing Chuan let go of his hand, and there was nothing left on his hand. Then he picked up the owl, who was also frightened and now dumbfounded, and went to the bathroom.

The bathroom has a large ceramic tub with a brass faucet on the side.

Qing Chuan reached out and knocked on the bathtub, "Are you good?"

The faucet of the bathtub nodded desperately, almost breaking his neck in the urge to survive.

Qingchuan bathed the owl again, and this time no one made any trouble.

He gave the owl a bath and dried the feathers with a hairdryer. This hair dryer is very easy to use. It can be used for a few degrees, and the wind is as strong as the wind. With intelligent voice control, Qingchuan is already considering taking it home as a souvenir.

Qing Chuan walked out of the bathroom and glanced at the mirror, "Yo, mirror..."

He only said two words, the mirror turned over with difficulty, and the mirror was facing inward and stuck to the wall.

Qingchuan:…

He looked at the blood stains just thrown out and the traces left by the damaged faucet before, "Can you clean it up? Trouble."

The mop and linen in the corner quietly crawled out and began to work silently.

They have a very unique shape, like a human head and long hair, but they work very neatly and wipe off all the dirt very quickly. After finishing the work, he did not take credit, and silently returned to the most corner position.

"Good."

Qing Chuan nodded, came out of the bathroom, put the owl on the soft cushion, took off his shoes, socks and coat, also lay on the bed and turned off the light.

"Good night."

"Beeeeeeeeeeee."

There is also an inexplicable squeak of metal twisting.

"?!"

Qing Chuan woke up and found a person standing beside the bed.

Well... maybe not human.

white clothes, bent over, bowed her head, long hair down to the waist dragged on the bed, some even on the edge of Qingchuan's neck. His face was facing Qing Chuan's, and he looked at him silently.

The lady's face was pale, and there was a black circle around her eyes, but her eyes were as faint as glass beads, even if they were so close, there was no smell of a living person.

No curiosity, no surprise, no emotion, a pair of completely inorganic eyes.

There is also a cold feeling of a corpse in a morgue.

"Ahhhhh-" the system screamed in my head.

Qingchuan is very strange, there are so many monsters and monsters in the field, why are they still scared like this?

Qing Chuan's eyes met the inorganic eyes of the other party.

"Ugly, thank you."